Sonnettics

The greatest things I strive for must be real
Superlatives are only what I seek
All things I touch, or see, or hear, or feel
Must go beyond the simple words I speak
Let’s call the sum of heart and mind, my soul
It helps to set a universal stage
It doesn’t mean we have complete control
But lets us start upon a common page
I want the best, the greatest life to live
And thus, I think I know the path to choose
I need to find the gift that I would give
The gift that I would never want to lose
The gift called Beauty is the greatest great
It’s only Beauty that the gods create.

Abandonment is beautiful, serene
It must be; I’m abandoned all the time
[Insert iambic words that sound obscene]
Abandonment is kind of like slant rhyme
I hope she finds a guy who brings her joy
I hope she wins the race she values most
I hope she’s happy with our little boy
I hope she won’t succumb to my old ghost
And when her heart is ripped, right from her chest
By beautiful, serene abandonment
Obscenity will serve the purpose best
She’ll feel it in the poetry I sent
The beautiful serenity is mine
It’s perfect, like a couplet’s perfect rhyme.

This one is in honor of all my friends at the most fabulous lounge in Enumclaw, Washington, Room 25 (and Frankie’s Pizza)!

The noise proclaims the presence of pure mirth
Of people who believe it comes and goes
But when it stays, they know just what it’s worth
They raise their glasses, drinking mirth which flows!
If mirth could live, without their flowing drinks
They wouldn’t come and sit within this Room
My waitress smiles; I like to think she thinks
That she provides the mirth that I consume!
It’s like a glass of wine that tastes like joy
If joy could be a wine, it would be red
They serve it here that patrons might enjoy
The noise with all their senses, duly fed
The noise subsides, and yet, the mirth remains
Within this Room that knows what mirth contains!

She touches me like no one has before
Her hands are tied directly to her heart
Without her touch, my life is fairly poor
But with her touch, I have the better part
She touches me with more than just her hands
And yet, I feel her still: her heart, her kiss
I feel her as one summoned feels demands
Or one, extremely happy, feels pure bliss
I never knew my senses fell in line
With how I feel when touched by hands that care
Regardless, what’s perceived as “Grand Design”
It’s nothing like the touch, already there
She touches me, and I perceive her grace
Within her hand’s, her heart; it knows its place.

I hold her like a blanket, warm and tight
She’s softer than my quilt of fluffy down
On top of me, she’s nearly feather-light
She’s comfortable around me, like a gown
Extend this metaphor and fall asleep
It’s true, I like to hold her in my bed
But dreams are not the only place I keep
My woman.  I’m not stupid, lame, or dead!
Presumptively, I keep myself prepared
For her arrival; any place or time
I’m glad I have the balls and that I dared
To go beyond mere metaphors and rhyme
She’s more than just sonnettic words; I know!
She trusts me far beyond some status quo.

I wish my muse would let me kiss her cheek
She had to let me go; I don’t know why
She’s still the one who listens to me speak
She’s still the one I turn to when I cry
She gives me words like oxygen I need
I know she knows I need her, so she stays
She’ll be my muse forever, guaranteed
I want her words in many different ways
Erotic words still haunt my poetry
I know the words are hers; she knows it too
Her words transcend forever’s guarantee
There’s things I know; I wish I never knew
They touch my lips, although they’re not her face
They’ll follow me, and hold me in my place.

You’re on my mind a lot; I like you there
Although, within my arms is nice as well
I wonder how I found you.  Do I dare
Undress you with my mind?  Hmmmm.  Time will tell
I love it when my sonnets look to you
To let them borrow beauty from your soul
I love your gifted words, and all they do
As I unwrap them all, and lose control
I love to think that I am on your mind
Although, within your arms would be preferred
I lose control, but you can help me find
The ecstasy that’s been too long defered
Come, let me touch you softly, skin-to-skin
Then slowly let you guide me deep within

I guess there is a plan for you and me
I don’t know what it is, but I survived
The crash, the pain; I know I chose “To be”
My part is not like Hamlet’s, not contrived
And you, my love, survived and kept your heart
Compassion is the gift you choose to give
I guess there is a plan, though we’re apart
My plan is you; for you I want to live!
I know we’ve talked about intensity
I know it’s hard to take emotions, thus
But know as well, it’s not futility
It’s faith and hope I have in you, in us
Whatever plan there is, I know it’s good
If I must crash again, you know I would.

You shouldn’t need to be afraid of love
I understand, it hurt you bad before
I don’t know what the fool was thinking of
But rain will come, and sometimes it will pour!
The floods of life are awful, scary things
They wash away some things we want to keep
You feel the loss that rushing chaos brings
You fight to stay afloat in rivers, deep
But, look around; the world is also green
And flowers grow with roots that feed them life
More beautiful than anything you’ve seen
Amidst the storms, intensity is rife
Don’t be afraid of love; through storms of pain
Your flowers and your beauty will remain.

She tied my passion firmly to the bed
Then climbed on top of me and let it loose
She listened to each word my body said
Her touch was soft, discrete, but not obtuse
Impassioned by her touch, her skin-to-skin
Distracted by her beauty, I was awed
I felt her pleasure move me deep within
Her warmth, her wetness; nothing there was flawed
The silk was strong, she wrapped around my wrists
Control was hers; I let her take it all
My memory of her control persists
Like water in a graceful waterfall!
If letting go means giving her control
I’d let her tie my arms, my legs, my soul!